A delicious thrill shot up into Candy's pussy at the words. Bondage! That would be a real turn-on, she thought. And she could never in a million years get Stan to agree to try it.
Her mind refused to give up on the idea. To be helpless and at a man's mercy. To struggle futilely, muscles straining to evade the bonds on wrists and ankles. To be unable to stop anything the man wanted to do to her, no matter how depraved or disgusting.
She shivered again, her finger fucking reaching a speed that burned all along her pussy walls. She almost came, but the other woman's words brought her down from her pinnacle.
"You okay, Candy? You look a little flushed."
"Okay, just fine. Tell me more about you and Charlie. I mean, what all he wants you to do."
Mandy blushed. The thought of some of the horrid things Charlie had come up with was bad, but the things she had allowed him to talk her into was even worse.
"He took pictures one night. You know that video tape machine he brought? He got a camera for it and set it up next to our bed one night. He he's got every sordid detail there on videotape! And he watches it! I think that's disgusting!"
Candy thought it was great. To be able to have instant replays of her lovemaking would get her hot all over again. She loved to watch the ripple and flow of a man's muscles as he fucked. She sometimes went alone to X-rated movies just to see the stars' hairy asses moving tightly above the chicks they fucked. The sight of the prick going into pink cuntlips turned her on in a big way, but not as much as feeling it actually happening.
To be able to combine the two stimuli – visual and physical – would be a real treat!
"God, Mandy, can you play it in slow motion?"
"I don't know. I don't want to know. And he put mirrors up beside the bed another time. I made him take them down. I didn't want to see what was going on like that."
"Why not?" Candy was confused. For her, this would be the next best thing to paradise. For Mandy, it didn't appear that way at all.
"It's the kind of things he wanted to do. I well, oral sex is okay, as long as you don't do it too often."
"I agree. Shouldn't be eaten out more than five or six times a day."
"Don't joke about things like that, Candy."
And she wasn't. She wondered where her twin sister had gotten such prudish ideas. Their parents certainly hadn't been prudes. They were real swingers – like Candy.
Mandy heaved a deep sigh, her tits wiggling around with the motion. She shook her head and said, "I think you'd be better off with Charlie than I ant. You say some of the most terrible things."
"And it sounds as if you and Stan are a matched set. Isn't it ironic that we seem to have married the wrong man?"
Both twins stared into each other's emerald green eyes for a full minute, then they broke out laughing. Candy said, "Why not? We swapped dates when we were in high school."
"Yeah, I remember some of them being damned good dates, too," Mandy said.
Candy almost laughed again at that. She had given the real duds to her sister to save the real studs for herself. The woman hadn't realized that she had been doing them both a favor.
"We can't get away with it, though," said Mandy. "It's nice to think about."
"Why can't we? We're identical twins. You may be left handed and I'm right handed, but so what? We could both be a little clumsy for a while. If this works out, we have both our problems solved and nobody knows. Nobody but us."
"No, it would never work, Candy," said her twin. "Could it?"
"There's only one way to find out," said Candy wickedly.
"Well, for a little while."
Mandy felt like a complete idiot, going along with her sister's scheme to swap husbands. She felt as if she were cheating on Charlie. Sure, he drove her out of her skull, but she had married him and she did love him.
But this was something outrageous. It was even worse than the wife-swapping she'd read about. This was swapping without the men knowing.
"Hi-ya, darling," said Stan as he came in the door. He chastely kissed her on the cheek and went to change clothes.
She simply stared at his retreating back. He hadn't tried to rape her like Charlie always did when he came home. He claimed a hard day at the office made him hornier than hell. Watching all the young secretaries gave him a hard-on that lasted all the way to the front room – unless he tried to fuck her on the doorstep.
Mandy wondered about this. Was Stan so much different than her own husband? Could two men be so different? She realized there was a vast chasm between Candy and her when it came to sexual ideas. Maybe the same applied to their husbands, too.
She went into the bedroom. Stan had stripped off his shirt and was grabbing up his tattered tee-shirt.
"Do you have to wear that old thing?" she asked, shuddering a little at the sight of the dingy shirt. "Why not wear something a little nicer?"
"But you wanted me to look comfortable. You said I was always too formal for you. Why the change?"
Mandy felt a surge of panic. She had only been "Candy" for a short while and already she was making mistakes that Stan easily noticed. She tried to still her rapidly beating heart. It felt as if it might leap out of her chest. She placed one hand on her tits, as if that might stop it. Beneath her fingers, she felt the firm, resilient flesh of her tit. The irrelevant thought of how similar panicky fear and lust were, raced through her mind.
"Nothing. I… I just wanted something different. I like you in your sports clothes. They look nice."
"That's a real switch," he said, dropping the tee-shirt back into the drawer. "You're usually so hot to fuck that you want me to wear nothing but the old stuff so you can rip it off. Glad to see you're cooling off a little. But don't go too far in that direction, hub?"
Mandy was appalled at the idea that her twin sister would actually attack Stan like he had just mentioned. The woman tried to cover her nervousness by going over to him and planting a big kiss on his check. "You're a darling to put up with my little quirks."
When he touched her, Mandy almost jumped. She was used to Charlie trying to fuck her if she showed the least bit of interest. All Stan did was return her kiss, and nothing more.
And strangely, that made her feel the urges in her body more strongly. He wasn't going to force her to do anything she didn't want to do. That meant she could just be herself and not always be on the defensive. The woman felt her pussy begin to surge and chum, the warm juices leaking from between her cunt lips and trickling down her inner thighs.
No, she wasn't going to be forced to fuck. Knowing that made her so horny that she had to have prick, and lots of it.
Mandy didn't try to work out the contradiction in her head. All she knew was what she felt – and she felt like fucking.
She didn't bother to tell the man what she was going to do. He could see it and feel it. She immediately opened the fly of his trousers and pulled out the meaty prick.
She gasped in astonishment. She thought he would be tiny, from the way that her sister talked about Stan's cock, and balls. He was anything but small. And as she held the limp prick, it grew. When it was swollen, to full size and jumping around lustily in front of his groin, she knew that she had to give him the best blowjob of his life.
Going dawn on him thrilled her strangely. Usually, she didn't like the idea of taking a man's cock into her mouth. Stan's pecker tasted temptingly different than her husband's. She could smell his manly, virile musk odor. Her lips closed over the tip of his prick and she sucked as hard as she could.
"Watch it, woman," he said. "You're gonna pull my guts out the end of my cock, if you keep on sucking like that."
"Ummmmm!" was all she said.
The more she sucked, the hotter she got. She couldn't stop her rampaging emotions. Mandy wondered what it was that made her so eager. Sex didn't turn her on the same way it did her twin. But she felt the overpowering need deep down inside, and she answered the call in the only way she could.